𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

(vi) complicated

"who's going on this trip again?", your sister asked, skimming her fingers over the clothes in the fifth luxury store you'd visited thus far.

"college friends", you quickly lied and she only hummed because she genuinely couldn't care less.

shopping was another aspect you and tori differed in. she shopped literally every other day, adding a few things to her already filled closet every week.

you didn't shop as much, but when you did, you didn't hold back. tori had let you tag along with her today to shop, mainly because it meant she would get to spend some time with kita.

you were trying to give them space by busying yourself, thinking about what you would wear next weekend when you went to the greek islands.

that's where you'd finally decided you wanted to go. you were covering your ticket expense but osamu had somehow insisted on covering the living cost.

you'd begrudgingly accepted on the basis that you'd both split the rest of the expenses to adequately accommodate both of your egos. he agreed.

so far, you'd purchased a fair amount of clothes, two new pairs of shoes, a lace set of lingerie, a new beach cover up and sunglasses. you were looking for the perfect bikini but had no luck so far.

the trip was three days. your flight was on thursday night. the actual trip was friday morning to sunday night. which meant you needed at least two or three outfits per day plus good underwear and condoms and you needed to go waxing and- why were you taking this so seriously? why were you kind of nervous?

"you're going with her, aren't you?", tori asked her boyfriend, who nodded, "great"

you felt a little guilty. you would've asked tori to come along but that would defeat the whole purpose of the trip.

"here", you turned around to see tori handing you a black bikini top that had a tiny hook at the front and a thin line continuing backwards. "this suits you and it'll impress... whoever it is you're trying to impress"

"not trying to impress", you rolled your eyes as you took the top from her and walked around to get bottoms to match.

"it's easy access too", tori pointed out slyly and then gasped, "holy shit are you blushing??"

you shook your head and covered your face because you were. you were fucking blushing. what had you become?

"shin, who is she going with?? does she have a boyfriend??", tori went up to your bodyguard, bombarding him with questions, "oh wow this is fascinating."

"shinsuke is loyal to me, he won't crack", you hummed and tori could only scoff.

"he's loyal to me too", she reminded before fluttering her lashes at the man, "isn't that right, shin?"

"please leave me out of this", kita sighed, looking around the store for prying eyes.

"anyway, i'm gonna get this", you whistled, holding up the bikini you'd decided to buy until you saw the price tag, "damn it's on sale, i'm definitely getting it"

"y/n, you owe me for taking shin away from me for the weekend", tori sounded like she was making an elaborate business proposal.

you looked back at her, waiting for her to lay her terms before you.

"come with me to my hair appointment. you can get your nails done.", your sister said dismissively, as if you weren't even allowed to protest.

you shrugged and nodded, and the both of you walked off to pay for your clothes and get them neatly placed into a shopping bag.